Hemorrhaged, whispered scenes
vanish with no memories.
They hold nothing for me to see.
Never there or just ripped out
like daisies from the ground,
like lungs from the shout?
I have no voice to cry.
Whom to blame but I?
Wounded eyes fight for life.
There isn’t even a B-reel
to give off any feel.
All I see is the real.
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